Burn After Reading | C-

What the frick was that? How do the guys who put together No Country For Old Men make this near-revolting turd of a movie? Burn After Reading tries to be many things at once, and by doing so fails miserably at all of them. Had this been strictly a screwball comedy, or strictly a spy movie, or strictly a drama/thriller, it might’ve worked. But the mashed-together genres and the transition between them are so jarring you’re left slack-jawed with incredulity. It just doesn’t work.

There are moments that should be laugh-out-loud funny; there are moments where you should be on the edge of your seat; there are moments where you almost start appreciating the great character work by the actors. But the laughter dies in your throat; the appreciation for acting fades; and the comprehension of the plot could only be considered “sound” if you’ve done copious amounts of illegal narcotics.

When the narrative suddenly shifts to revolting scenes of violence that interrupt any appreciation or enjoyment you might’ve been having, you’re left wondering exactly what the hell is going on and what the point of it all is. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe, as the CIA director in the final scene says, “I don’t know what just happened.” Is that the Coens’ way of justifying the bizarre sequence (if you can call that mess of a plot a “sequence”) of events that led us to that final scene? Is that your subtle way of telling us the whole point of your film? I must not be smart enough to grasp it. Had the preceding scenes not left me queasy, I might’ve had a little more appreciation for the apparent moral of the story. Maybe ten years from now, I’ll see this again and have a sudden revelation of its’ true brilliance that went underappreciated at its release.

If the whole thing weren’t so off-putting, I might be more inclined to talk more about the great acting performances from Clooney, Pitt, McDormand and the rest of the outstanding cast, but I’d rather just urge you to avoid renting or watching this and instead get No Country or O Brother Where Art Thou?, or The Big Lebowski, or Fargo, or any of the other brilliant films the Coens have made. Hell, I can’t really complain about the direction in Burn After Reading, it was pretty damn good. I just can’t get past the plot. I don’t know what the heck this was supposed to be. My final judgment: burn after watching. Preferably, before.

5 Replies to “Burn After Reading | C-”

Good review House. I also sort of stared at the credits with a blank feeling. I think John Malkovich played his part incredibly well. That phone conversation he had with the bank about the account number was hilarious.